Klaai.


Mijn dierbare vriend Lammert Voos schrijft prachtige gedichten.
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Uit zijn bundel Klaai dit mooie gedicht bij ons vertrek uit Noord Bromo.

Mijn Hooge Land

dit land, dit Hooge Land
is weerbarstig, rauw en leeg
en ik hoor hier thuis

hier zijn de botten
van mijn voorvaderen begraven
in de zware zeeklei

hier steekt men trots
de kin tegen de wind in
of verdrinkt men in zeeën van jenever

er bestaan geen tussenwegen
in het Hooge Land
en ik hoor hier thuis



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  1. Anoniem25 augustus 2012 om 11:05

    Heel af en toe lees ik je blog.
    Bij toeval ook dag 1 van jullie vakantie, ik herkende de plek gelijk. Heerlijk om te lezen hoe "vreemden" je omgeving ervaren/voelen.
    Heb genoten van de verslagen. Fijn dat jullie zo'n goede tijd hebben gehad hier in het hoge noorden. Geniet thuis verder en heel veel sterkte!
    ria

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